Luyện nghe bài hát Panhandlin' Prince

Sittin' on a rusty bench baby
Not else to do
Smoke cigarettes and my Mickey's
Fine malt liquor
As I drinkin' and I start thinkin'
That death is on my
If my heart stopped beatin', the street kept
That's suicide... that's !
I grew up in the inner
A dark part of this
just another innoncent victim
Society to put down
You can call me a boozer, or call me a
It really doesn't to me
I got a bench for snoozin', sauce to keep boozin'
all I need
I keep it comin', don't know why
I'm do it 'til the day I die !
Consider me the duke as I dine in dumpster
Unsanitary
Baron of the the panhandlin' master
Well, I'm pullin' twenty G's a
I it ain't much but at least I'm in touch, yeah
With
I wouldn't no places to be in rat races
No !
I it comin', sometimes don't know why
I'm gonna do it the day I die !
Yo, Mr. Trump, can I ask you a
You got some change for me sucker ?
'Cause I'm down and out and there ain't no
I am her to stay
Yeah you see me with my brothers
In the gutter my paper bag in hand
Yeah the are cold but at least
soul and that's all I need
You'll away my peace of mind
leave me there to rot and die
But look again, my frind
The world you live is a lie
It's a give and take, the the fake
The more the apin, the you lose
So your life, don't take no sides
N' seize the day and rink booze !